We Should Be True To Ourselves...

Paulo Coelho

 We deny our own beauty because others can't or won't recognize it. Instead of accepting ourselves as we are, we try to imitate what we see around us.
 We try to be what other people think of as 'pretty' and, little by little, our soul fades, our will weakens, and all the potential we had to make the world a more beautiful place withers away.
We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be.
We stop being the moonlight and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it. Tomorrow, the water will evaporate in the sun. And all because, one day, someone said: 'You are ugly.' Or: 'She is pretty.' With those three simple words, they stole away all our self-confidence.
And we become ugly and embittered.

Manuscript found in Accra.

Paulo Coehlo posted that on his facebook page and as I read through it, I could not agree more. I kept thinking, 'Sometimes we get so caught up in the world's definition of WHAT instead of WHO we are that we forget ourselves. And when we're old enough to realize and try to change, it is already late. It is therefore important to stay TRUE to ourselves and try not to be what the world says we should be.'

Back Story: My white watch.

Sortilegio

First and foremost, I am utterly in love with my white watch. It took me a year to get it and I still can’t believe I have one in my possession.
Some of my friends (those who have seen it) have been asking me. ‘ why a white watch?’ It is in this vein that I decided to do a post on it. Part of it is conceit and the other part is not to have to tell the back story several times.

I’m not a huge fan of novellas but if it is a good one, I give it a chance. Around 2011, there was one called Sortilegio on one of the stations that I avidly watched because of William Levy. Yes, the hotty with the body I used to think. Anyway Jacqueline Baracamontes who was the female lead was wearing a white watch in one of the episodes and it caught my eye. I was intrigued. It looked so different and out of place. I mean, how many people have you seen sporting white watches? It is an odd sight to say the least. I  think that is what made me want one.
After that, I noticed my aunt had one and so did someone at the gym. Funny thing is I never asked either of them for a close up look. I think, I rather preferred the mystery and had that feeling you have when see something you like but don’t want a close up look for fear of being disappointed? That’s how I felt so I continued on to entertaining the mystery and thoughts of how it would actually look like up close when I had one.

The only way I’d ever get one that is actually good without fear of fading (if at all they do), imitations or cheap looking ones was to wait for my mother to travel. And she did after two years. She hadn’t travelled since may 2010. The one thing I asked her not to forget is getting me a white watch. I reminded her all the time to ensure that.

I was pleasantly surprised when she came back with one. It superseded my expectations. I don’t know what I was expecting-it certainly wasn’t what I got. It is ceramic white, has a lot of bling in it and it is…(not going to brand drop). LOL. I love it. I am still in awe of it and being ceramic means it is more delicate than most. Those who have seen it love it too which makes me love it more.
Ah, she got me some other stuff too aside from the watch- shoes, rompers and of course my number one addiction JEWELLERY! Here’s a look-see at some. If she’d got me only the watch, it wouldn’t have mattered. 

Crossbody bags side from the mustard colored one.

Ps: I love getting stuff and so far the people I have seen with a white watch excluding myself total to 4.

The FUNNY business of moving out.

I love listening to ‘moving out’ stories from my friends. Some of them are downright amusing while others have the typical end-parents don’t mind. When I learn a friend of mine has moved out of his/her family home, my foremost questions are, ‘when did you move out? How did you tell your parents and what was their reaction?’ A few friends have told me this;
Louis: He found a place to live in, moved some of his things into it. When he was finally ready to leave  home, he waited for his parents to go to work then sent them a text informing them of his pending move. He feared doing it face to face cause of their reaction and the probability  they’d change his mind. He said, the text was to let them get over the shock and anger so when they returned home, their tempers would have cooled and were in position to talk about it rationally with him.
Malcolm: Found a place, paid the asking fee then tried to work up the courage to tell his dad. Unfortunately, the stipulated months worth of rent he’d paid passed and he never got the chance to occupy it. He failed to tell his dad.
Isaac: This was told to me by my girl Mayi. Isaac’s parents own a bakery whose factory is back behind their main house. Isaac works at that factory. He got the urge to move out of his family home and he found a flat to rent with his friend on the opposite side of town –far from his work place and parents’ home. He has to deal with two kinds of traffic to and fro just to get from his flat and work. Isaac spends 1 out of 7 days in his rented flat and the rest at his childhood home. He catches lunch, evening tea and supper from his home then crawls into his childhood bedroom.
Me: I have been threatening my mum about moving out. Told her I am going to find an apartment and they’ll pay for it but the woman is not shaken! She is as steady as an oak tree. Her idea of me moving out is moving into our boys’ quarters!
Personally, I see no sense in moving out of somewhere where you don’t pay rent, buy food etc all in the name of being Independent! Unless you want to get your groove on (you know what I mean) all the time with some dude or dudette without your parents catching you in the act. And this could also be done by renting a hotel room and get it out of your system.
But, really, I find it foolish. No offense to those who have done so. I’m of the view that you can use what you’re to spend on rent, paying bills and buying your own food to build yourself (as they say) straight from home. You can use that money to buy your own car, pimp your childhood room after all you’ll move the same things once you move out, buy a plot of land and go about building your own house if you haven’t made the decision to take further your education by paying tuition in what you earn instead of lining some landlord’s pockets making him richer yet you have nothing to show for your independence.
Parents are a little lax these days. Fine, they’ll shout at you for coming in late but would never throw you out.
I know people who have gotten married while at their childhood home then moved out and some who moved out after their own houses were done. Where is the rush?
Yes! I am one those girls who will probably move out of her childhood home with a ring on it (if ever!) and not before. This is if my mum doesn’t get her way.

Random Act Of Kindness: The School Experience.

Once in awhile, keeping; time, mood and nothing to do constant, I do a random act of kindness for some of my friends provided it is within my power and reason.
The request for this act of kindness came in form of a Facebook message from, Zacky. He needed help writing about a school experience-something i had never done before.
I asked for all the pertinent information which would make a skeleton of how it would shape up but just like a guy, he wasn’t so forthcoming yet it was about his school.
After my promise to help out; I felt like backing out on more than one occasion. There was hardly any information to go on and picking my girl Shar’s brain showed how off topic what I had come up with was. I remember asking her if two heads could be wrong?
I have the tendency to put stuff on hold after a failed first attempt and that’s what I did. Sleeping on it always gives you a clear mind and a new perspective the next day.
Since Zacky was hardly informative, the logical alternative was to draw from my own school experience- how I felt, loved and remember about it. I thought, ‘if it were me in his shoes, what would I write or talk about?’
I still wanted to chicken out, thought better of it and took the plunge. Putting that thinking cap on led to the creation of something I liked at the last minute. And best of all, he liked it too.
There goes my random act of kindness.

Superstar ME!

I am absolutely wild about my hair. Want to know why? It makes me feel like one heck of a SUPERSTAR!
Been going around with my hair out since my last salon visit which I wrote about here, without the curls as those don’t last for more than two weeks at the max let alone a month. In essence I have been a cute village belle for longer than I had anticipated and was dying to get my hair plaited.

My signature hairstyle...

The choices were either a weave or twists which take way longer to get done than the weave but I settled on the twists. It was the only way I would get what I wanted. The first time I did this hairstyle was a couple of good years ago and in blonde ponytail. I felt like a Superstar then and do so now.
The difference between then and now is the hair color. I did it in red which I certainly didn’t choose but don’t mind. It is a pleasant surprise and change.
I love the new look and so do most people. They can’t seem to take their eyes off me. LOL. I am now contemplating on letting it be my signature hair where wearing hair additions/extensions is concerned. What do you think?

SUPERSTAR ME!